I'm panting, it's hot,
But can't see the pedometer
Because of my gut...
The old friend I've built-up
Over the years,
With burgers and beers,
A simple arrangement
Of needs to appease,
Gastric epiphanies
With bacon and cheese...
But now I must run
and grunt 'till I'm able
To put down the fork
And see past my navel.
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